Sunday, Mar 15, 1885 It snowed today a little. I mended the china toilette set which was broken by freezing and sat with my father. He says his hip does not pain him but is very weak and he can only hobble about on crutches a little. Towards evening called on John & Nannie. Mr. Willis is still suffering. I inquired about him. Sara and I talked of Gertrude and Maurice, Gussie and my Mother and of what a comfort and companion Gertrude would be to her now if she were still there. I wish I could go home every day for it must be most lonely for Sara and my father. All the time I am there I think of dear Gertrude and the silent house is full of the memories of those who are with us and no more.